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    Emerlyn

    Stories 10
    Chapters 914
    Words 1.6 M
    Comments 443
    Reading 5 days, 10 hours5 d, 10 h
    • BHB 37

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      by Emerlyn "No... I thought you were only interested in studying... not in playing around like me. You said I only choose to do delinquent things." "You said you liked that I studied well." "......" "You said you were proud to have a friend who studies well." Taegang didn't want to admit it. That he had clung so desperately to Yeowon's casual, playful words. He didn't want to acknowledge that those words had affected him more strongly than his parents' coercion or others' praise. Yeowon had no way of…
    • BHB 36

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      by Emerlyn "...Huh?" Myungchan's eyes widened at the unexpected answer. "Lim Chaeyeon... the one who gave her number to Han Yeowon?" "Yeah." "...Wow, that's huge." "Spread the rumor." "What?" "I said, spread the rumor." "...About what?" "That I like Lim Chaeyeon." At Taegang's sudden command, Myungchan blinked blankly but soon nodded slowly. Spreading rumors was no big deal. Myungchan hurriedly turned on his phone and started typing the big news in a group chat with students from other…
    • LM 29

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      by Emerlyn Kwon Siyul’s muscles tensed as he grabbed Woo Hyunse’s wrist. A writhing, raw movement traveled up the palm of his hand. “It’s still too tight.” Kwon Siyul struggled to pull his fingers out, but Woo Hyunse slowly spread them apart like scissors, his fingers embedded deep inside. Then he stared intently, at the small hole clenching and unclenching, trying to chew on his fingers, and at the quivering buttock flesh. Kwon Siyul quickly tried to close his thighs, but Woo Hyunse stopped him by…
    • GBH 87

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      by Emerlyn 3 hours earlier. Though seated comfortably in the plush seat of the sedan, Song Yi-heon kept twisting his waist as if uncomfortable. He hadn't noticed when hurriedly dressing to meet Se-kyung's dress code requirement, but it was a proper formal suit complete with a vest. He hadn't dressed this formally even for a dead boss's 60th birthday party. Having only worn semi-formal suits during his gangster days, wearing a suit that fit his body's contours perfectly felt as awkward as if he'd stolen someone…
    • GBH 86

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      by Emerlyn The truth behind the organization's name wasn't as grand as one might expect. The culprit was a carbonated drink with the same name on the table when they decided to form the organization. If that was the case, they might as well have named it after Pepsi. Kim Dong-su, who was about to give a lengthy speech about the importance of names in life, tightly shut his mouth as he recalled his brother's name. Right, what's in a name? It's the person that matters. If a person is of high quality, does it matter…
    • GB 20

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      by Emerlyn Haero was so startled that he couldn't even think to scream. His light body was suddenly half-lifted and dragged away. His breath quickened and his heart raced. Before he could even calm his startled chest, the person who had dragged Haero spun them around. "...Number 3?" The one who had pulled Haero was none other than Number 3. Number 3's eyebrows were raised high, his expression twitching, yet his eyes were moist. He looked troubled, as if he had much to say but didn't know where to start,…
    • LM 28

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      by Emerlyn He had no inkling of how they managed to arrive at the hotel. He only remembered the suffocating silence in the car and the ride up the elevator. Kwon Siyul stared intently at the rapidly ascending floor numbers. He didn't even dare glance at Woo Hyunse. Fixing his eyes on the floor indicator, he was gripped by an unfounded fear that making eye contact might lead to strangulation. Before stepping off the elevator, Woo Hyunse, seemingly uncomfortable, unbuttoned one more button at his neck. When the…
    • TIN 20

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      by Emerlyn "..." I already knew he didn't intend to harm me. In this type of atmosphere, I could tell he wouldn't suddenly resort to violence. And yet, for some reason, I couldn't help but think he was about to break my ankle. It was a completely unreasonable thought, especially with his face remaining so calm and peaceful. But the lingering sensation on my Achilles tendon, and the grip of his hand, gave me an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. "You're not that small or delicate." That was why I…
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